“No one’s stopping you.” I pump my hand again, but one more stroke is all he allows.
He grabs my wrist, shooting me a warning look as he nudges the head of his cock against my entrance. Anticipation accelerates my heart.
This is our moment of truth. Once we take this plunge, there’s no going back.
He enters me with excruciating leisure, his thick cock stretching me as he buries himself inch by glorious inch. I whimper and dig my nails into his shoulders, demanding more.
For several seconds, I forget to breathe.
Once fully seated, he begins thrusting in a lazy rhythm.
Pleasure lights every cell in my body on fire. “Oh my god. You feel…incredible.”
He continues thrusting, a guttural sound rumbling his chest. Trailing kisses up my neck, he pauses to whisper in my ear. “I have no words to describe how fucking good it feels to havemy cock sheathed in your tight, wet pussy.” Another thrust has me clenching around him. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks.” His teeth graze my skin. “But incredible is a good place to start.”
Our bodies move in perfect sync. Every time I tense, he pauses until I relax while murmuring low reassurances in my ear.
He gives me time to adjust, to feel everything. His muscles flex beneath my hands as I grip his shoulders, his back. The control he’s exercising is visible in his rigid jaw and focused eyes.
He’s gentling himself for me.
After everything, I’ll admit that I was a little nervous about how our first time together might go, what he might do to me.
Or maybe my anxiety centered around what I might learn about myself. What twisted things I might discover bring me pleasure.
Before this, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to truly explore my full sexuality. I was only capable of those previous moments I shared with Alexei because he initiated.
Not this time.
If I want more,Ineed to ask.
I dig deep to find my courage. “I won’t break. I promise.”
His eyes blaze with desire. He rocks his hips as he pulls back, dragging over a sensitive area inside me I never knew existed. “You sure?”
My spine shivers. My brain has malfunctioned, and I can’t recall how to speak. Instead, I grab his hand and suck his finger into my mouth. The slightly salty flavor of his flesh helps center me.
He groans. “If that’s what you want.” He withdraws his finger to cradle my cheek and slams into me.
His hold on my face is the only thing preventing me from screaming. Not just from the physical ecstasy, but also from the emotional intensity. Of letting someone this close, of trusting someone this completely. I’ve spent my life keeping people at a distance, afraid of losing them, afraid of being abandoned again. But here in this bedroom, I find myself surrendering.
He drags himself out, pressing on those hidden nerves, and then thrusts with enough force to rock me on the mattress.
Again.
And again.
Panting, I hook my legs around his hips.
“Look at me.” Alexei’s voice is rough with restrained passion.
I open my eyes to find his face above mine, his gaze intense. A silent understanding—beyond words, beyond physical sensation—passes between us. Recognition, maybe. Two broken people finding the places where their jagged edges fit together perfectly.
And still, I want more.
Lifting my head is nearly impossible with how tightly my body is already curling. Shaking, I pull his hand from my face and rest it on my breast. I suck on his lower lip, then soothe the nip with my tongue.
He groans into my mouth.
